Tom: D minor
Verse 1
Am
G
Am
Life's really a chocolate box
G
Am
Some do without, others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat,
my stomach's in knots,
While your box is so full,
G
Am
mine's perpetually empty.
Interlude 1
Am
G
Am
G
Am
G
Am
G
Am
Verse 2
G
Am
From the cradle to the grave,
G
Am
Point your ladle to the gravy.
"Food comes first,
G
Am
then morals" they say,
The end of the world's
G
Am
three hot meals away.
Verse 3
G
Two average men eat their
G
Am
But destiny waits at their table.
G
Am
One is served gruel while the other chews veal,
G
(But they're both spoon fed lies,
Am
lies from the cradle).
Verse 4
G
Am
Life's really a chocolate box,
G
Am
Some do without, others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat,
G
Am
my stomach's in knots,
While your box is so full,
G
Am
mine's perpetually empty.
E
Em
D
Em
Verse 5
D
E
Am
It sticks in my throat,
G
Am
my stomach's in knots,
While your box is so full,
G
Am
mine's perpetually empty.
Verse 6
G
Am
Tragic moments for the masses
Work is the curse of
G
Am
the drinking classes
G
Am
"Homo homini lupus" we cry
Humanity fades like the
G
Am
moon in the sky.
Verse 7
E
Em
D
You can't cook an omlette without breaking eggs,
E
Em
(First they are cracked and
D
E
then beaten).
Em
The only things cracked around
Em
Recepies for disaster that
D
Em
we keep repeating.
Verse 8
Am
G
Am
Life's really a chocolate box,
G
Am
Some do without, others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat,
G
Am
my stomach's in knots,
While your box is so full,
G
Am
mine's perpetually empty.
E
Em
D
Em
E
Em
Verse 9
D
Em
E
Am
It sticks in my throat,
G
Am
my stomach's in knots,
G
Am
While your box is so full, mine's perpetually empty.
Interlude 2
D
E
G
A
Am
D
E
G
Am
B
G
E
Am
B
G
E
Am
A
F#m
Am
G
Am
G
Am
G
Am
G
Am
Verse 10
Am
Here's a real beggars banquet,
A brace of rats in a blood
stained blanket.
Meanwhile, gentlefolk high in their chateau,
Dip silver spoons into black
forest gateau.
Verse 11
Am
raise glasses in toast
G
To the "other-half" dying
G
'Cause they who receive feast
Verse 12
G
Am
Life's really a chocolate box,
G
Am
Some do without, others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat,
G
Am
my stomach's in knots,
While your box is so full,
G
Am
mine's perpetually empty.
Verse 13
Am
Em
Life's really a chocolate box,
Some do without,
D
Em
D
E
others have plenty.
Am
It sticks in my throat,
G
Am
my stomach's in knots,
While your box is so full,
mine's perpetually empty.
Verse 14
G
Am
G
Am
It sticks
in my throat,
G
Am
my stomach's in knots,
While your box is so full,
Am
mine's perpetually empty.
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